It’s safe to say Spring is finally here. After a week of glorious sunshine, it’s warm enough to throw the windows open and let the fresh air in. I'm listening to the birds as they chirp and chatter back and forth. I don’t know their particular calls but I sure enjoy their twittery conversation.
When the sun streams through the windows, it travels around the room and falls on quilts draped here and piled there. The effect is dazzling! It reminds me of this poem, shared by a blog friend, Diane Muldoon of O’Quilts:
Shuttered windows open wide.
Sparkling sunbeams sweep inside,
Reeling on the patterned floor,
Polish circles on the door.
Dancing diamonds of delight
Entertain me while I write.
This is where I want to be,
Touched by sun and poetry.
From the book, Daydreams, by Alice Franzen Clemons Burt
The poet is Diane’s mother, Alice, who wrote well into her nineties. She inspires me to keep on keeping on.
This little quilt is nothing special—just some simple nine patches swapped with friends, but oh, when it catches the light…